part0020

Every so often, I would look up, waiting for Miami to pull up. The new connect he was now dealing with had business booming on his end. It was good that he was out here making big boy bucks but fucked up that I didn’t get to see him as much.

“Hennessy, wassup girl! I ain’t see you since high school. How you been?” Jordan, a dude I used to kick it with in high school, greeted me.

“Damn, Jordan, what’s good, nigga?! Where you been?” I excitedly answered, pulling him in for a hug.

“I’ve been cooling it, playing college ball and shit. You know I’m about to enter the draft and shit.” He widely smiled.

“That’s what’s up, kid! We all knew you had the skills to go pro.” I nodded in approval.

In high school, Jordan was the talk of the basketball team. That nigga’s balling skills were so legit; he was playing on the varsity team his sophomore year.

“Damn, Hen. No lie, you looking good as fuck.” Jordan licked his lips, sizing me up from head to toe.

“I know, nigga.” I giggled.

Dressed in a pair of booty shorts, a cropped Miami Dolphins jersey, with a fresh pair of Air Force Ones on my feet, I was killing the scene. Especially since I was flaunting around with my long, teal blue weave that I flat ironed bone straight, a perfect set of mink lashes attached to my natural lashes, with a light beat.

“Damn you thick as fuck, too!” He drooled over my frame.

“My nigga loves this shit, too.” I winked.

Jordan was cute and all, but not cute enough for me to cheat with. I was devoted to my nigga.

“No pressure, ma. I just wanted to compliment you, that’s all.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Taking a sip of my drink, I peeped the scene, searching for my man.

“Aye, what happened to them broads you used to hang with? Wilma, Pooh, and Jessie?”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t fuck with them hoes no more.” I waved him off.

Last I heard, Jessie was in jail for fraud. Pooh was pregnant with her second baby by some no-good ass corner boy, and Wilma was around here trying to get a boss to wife her. Those hoes were an entire mess. I was glad they showed me their true colors before I got caught up with their asses.

“That’s tough. It was good kicking it with you, though, real shit. Stay up, ma,” Jordan spoke before walking off to join his group of friends.

The block party ended up turning into a high school reunion as a few dudes I knew from school walked up to me, showing me love. A few of them got a little too friendly with their hugs, but that was to be expected. Back then, I was Hennessy, the mixed girl with long hair and pretty face. Now, I was Hennessy with all that and then some.

“Hug another nigga, and Imma air this bitch out.” Miami walked up behind me and gripped me around the waist. “I mean that shit, too.” He was serious as he placed my hand on his gun that was hoisted at his side.

“Bae, it ain’t even that deep. These niggas don’t got shit I want.” Turning to face my baby, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Let you tell it.” He looked down at me, grinding his teeth, causing the muscles in his jawbone to flex.

“Stop playing with me like you don’t know you the only nigga I got eyes for.” Smacking my lips, I playfully smacked him against his chest.

“I got something for you.” Looping his fingers through my belt loop, he pulled me closer to him. “Little ass shorts you got on.”

“They not that short,” I replied, tugging them down a bit.

“Man…” He drawled, running his hands over his waves. “Come on.”

Following Miami to our unknown destination, my stomach began to flutter with butterflies as I waited for the surprise he had for me.

“Why we over here?” Looking around at the apartment complex parking lot that was a block away from the party, I was confused.

“I don’t need all them motherfuckers in my business, but here.” Miami handed me a set of keys.

“What are these for?” Confused, I looked from the keys to Miami while impatiently waiting for an explanation.

“That’s all you, shorty.” Miami pointed to the champagne colored Infiniti coupe.

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” I squealed.

“If I’m lying, then I’m flying, but shorty, my feet still planted on the floor.” He grinned.

“Oh, my God.” I jumped up and down before running over to my car.

Popping the locks, I sank my body into the interior, enjoying the way the leather felt against my skin. Starting up my new car, the sound of the engine revving had me feeling like I was that bitch.

“Damn, Daddy, you got me right.” Reaching over, I kissed Miami on the lips before going back to admiring my new car.

“Anything for you, shorty.” Reclining the seat, Miami relaxed with his eyes closed.

Exploring the car, I came across a wad of money stuffed into one of the cup holders.

“Daddy, who money is this?” I questioned.

“Yours,” Miami responded with his eyes still closed.

“Oh, you trying to get your dick sucked.” Licking my lips, I leaned over, cheesing in my man’s face.

“Do you, shorty.” Adjusting himself so that there was enough room for me to suck his dick comfortably, Miami pulled his dick out of his pants and looked over at me with a lazy grin filled with lust.

Walking over to Miami dressed in a nude bodycon dress that stopped a little above my knee with a pair of nude pumps on my feet, I did a little spin, allowing the loose curls in my weave to bounce.

“You look good, shorty.” He exhaled, followed by a cloud of smoke.

“Come out with me,” I begged, praying that he would change his mind. Miami refused to go out to a club unless he was working.

“Nah, I’m good. Enjoy your night with your girls. Yo, don’t fuck with me, Henny. I know that hoe shit Deja be on. I’m not South, I’ll fuck you up,” Miami warned.

“Damn, I like when you talk yo’ shit to me,” Placing my lips on Miami, I covered his face with my lipstick.

“Chill, shorty.” Smacking me on the ass, he playfully pushed me away.

“Daddy, your dinner is in the oven whenever you’re ready to eat.”

Reapplying my lipstick, I made sure I had everything I needed before kissing Miami goodbye.

“Bitch, your man did you right! This whip is nice.” Nookie complimented my car as I drove us to the club. Since Deja was with one of her little dips, she opted for meeting us there.

“Thank you, bitch. My nigga never ceases to amaze me. Like, a bitch is in love, oh my God!” I screamed.

“I see that.” Nookie giggled. “Pull up to that liquor store, so we can grab a bottle. A bitch is on a budget. I do not feel like paying them high ass drink prices.”

“I know that’s right.” I agreed before making an illegal U-turn then pulling into the parking lot of the liquor store. “It looks like the party is right here.” Peeping the scene, a mixture of niggas and females were posted up outside drinking, smoking, and jamming the music that was blasting from the speaker.

“Yeah, they got this bitch jumping. Let’s grab our bottles and post up with here real quick.”

“I’m with it.” I nodded in agreement.

Switching out of my heels into my flip flops, I grabbed my bag then made my way out of the car with Nookie next to me.

“Damn, lil’ mama in that dress, let me holla at you right quick,” a random nigga slurred. Since Nookie was wearing a two-piece short set, I knew he was talking to me.

I didn’t even look his way as I pushed my way through the door and headed straight for the Hennessy and a can of Coke.

“Damn, Hennessy, you out here hurting them niggas.” Dre chuckled as he swaggered his way over to me. “Yo, I got my shit and hers too!” Dre called out to the clerk.

Discreetly pushing Nookie’s drink next to mine, I made sure Dre paid for both of our shit.

“Where you headed to, ma?” Dre questioned, holding the door open for me.

“We about to head to the club but decided to kick out there while we pre-gamed.”

“You look good as fuck.” Dre size me up as he walked me back to my car. “This you?” He acknowledged my whip.

“Yup, my baby got it for me,” I smiled, taunting him.

“Your baby, huh?” Dre chuckled.

“Yup.” Digging in the bag, I pulled out my bottle and poured myself a cup.

“Yo, Henny, I’m about to go speak to that nigga over there. You good?” Nookie asked, downing her cup then pouring another.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I waved her off.

“You know you was supposed to be mine,” Dre spoke up, closing the space between us.

“Oh, really?” I raised a brow, amused by his antics.

“Ma, stop playing like you never thought about what could have happened between us if I didn’t get knocked.” Dre deepened his glare, causing me to shift.

“That’s the past, this the present, and I’m happy with who I’m with.”

“If you say so.” Placing his bottle on the hood of my car, Dre buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“Dre, chill.” I attempted to push him away, yet the tantalizing scent of his cologne had me stuck.

“Dreeeeeeee.” Against my will, a moan escaped my lips from the feeling of his lips kissing all over my neck.

My juices stained the seat of my satin thong as my legs began to quiver. I could feel Dre’s hands inching up my dress, his fingers pushing my drenched thong to the side. Everything in me screamed this was wrong, but the way my body naturally gave into him made it hard for me to think logically.

“Dre, stop,” I cried out as he ran his slippery fingers across my clit.

“Nut for me like you did that day at my crib, and I’ll stop,” he challenged while quickening his pace.

With Dre’s fingers manipulating my swollen nub, his lips attacked my flesh. It made it hard for me not to cum.

“Ohhhh, SHIT!” I called out, allowing my cum to run freely all over Dre’s hands.

“That’s all you had to do.” Pulling his hands from underneath my dress, he sucked on them.

“That’s foul as fuck, Dre, for real,” I hissed, pissed the fuck off that I allowed this nigga to help me cheat on Miami.

“I told you this shit between us,” Dre pointed his finger from me to him, “is real as fuck. You play house with that nigga all you want, but you already know what it is.”

“Nigga, we fucked once. Get over yourself.” Pushing Dre away from me, I knocked his body off the hood of my car before walking to the driver’s side and driving toward the crowd.

Honking the horn, I motioned for Nookie to get in the car before quickly driving off.

“Wassup, Henny? You good?” Nookie looked over at me.

“I let this nigga get to me. I fucked up, man!” I cried, allowing my tears to trickle freely down my face.

“Damn, what happened? What did that nigga do?”

“I don’t feel like talking about it. Man, can we just kick it at your crib?”

“Yeah, I got my weed and my liquor, so I’m down for whatever,” Nookie replied.